heart cries

no going around the bush here
picking the posies to expose
the bleeding tears - sear
with the hot rung a rose
left dripping with the memories
trying to play paper dolls
to no avail it takes sail
drifting away on the tip of the air
just out of reach so they all stare
i cringe under the eyes
not sure of my disguise
with no more pages to turn
the longing in me continues to burn

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